Nuns are the secret badassess of the Church! I was taught by and later worked with some really amazing women. Their whole thing is promoting faith and good works over Catholicism and patriarchy. Of course, they have to do this on the sly, and as a result of many years of pretty blatant liberalism (the Church's…

Yep. I caught a student who blatantly plagiarized a wikipedia article (like I didn't read the 3 paragraph article on an obscure Irish play?!) and I got a similar sort of reaction. Laden with excuses. Sorry they got caught and had to redo the project, not sorry for what they actually did. In my case I didn't take…

Yes please!! I JUST started watching that show about a month ago and I LOVE it. Also, I'm already on season 3. More Wire gifs NOW!

My sentiments exactly. It's ok to be a little messy/sweaty/greasy, but at least have common decency to clean up, throw gross stuff out, make it to the toilet when you need to vomit after drinking too many whiskey cocktails on your fifth date and have to beg for your not-quite-your-boyfriend-yet to bring you water and…

I just want to say that not all Catholics are like this. I worked at a school where I would say at least 40% of the faculty/staff were openly homosexual. Many of whom were in long term, committed relationships. Some of whom had adopted children together. They were welcomed with open arms by the entire school…

Me too! Yes! I will drop my last name like a sack of bricks because my father and his entire family are CRAY-Z a-holes (with the exception of my uncle, who was legit crazy, but a really wonderful man). However, my boyfriend who will very likely become my husband in the near future, has expressed extreme distaste in…

Yes! Same here! I spent the first three years out of my master's program working 80+ hour weeks freelancing (for SO little money!), driving myself crazy into debt, and creating stress in just about all of my relationships at the time. Because I wanted to "make it" in my field. It took a failed relationship, some…

The only word I retained from my 5 year relationship with a Russian speaker was suka. It means bitch. Also, what's with all the Russian speaking exes? Interesting.

Ditto. I've dropped 7 pounds in the past two weeks after a very sudden, unexpected, gut wrenching breakup. It's taken me three days to eat one cheeseburger because I'd rather stare at my phone for some sign from him. I've tried going to yoga, but I just end up a pile of sweaty, heaving, snot on my towel. Exercise…

I couldn't agree with you more! There are some days where I wish this place would just drop into the lake. I feel that anyone who has actually lived somewhere has every right to complain about stuff like that. (Don't get me started on the entire state of Ohio.) I have an automatic "Why are you hating on Chicago?!"…

I've got over 30 years here under my belt, so I may be a little biased.

I'm at Desk Rage Level Orange from the "Chicago just does things the dumb way a lot" comment, so I will bite my tongue and breathe. At least I have an awesome city to call home.

While opting for dad to take the photo is a nice plebeian touch, the back lighting in this portrait is just too much contrast for my eyes (and Will's hairline)!

Apparently there is some sort of French-style parenting book out there (I don't have kids, so I haven't taken the time to find out the title) that is the opposite of the attachment parenting style. Two of my friends have kids about the same age and have been in a bitter dispute since day one over the two styles. …

Why oh why did this not exist during my years at a Catholic high school? "But Sister, this is totally appropriate for an out of uniform day. My breasts are perfectly aligned with the Holy Spirit."

Not even umbrellas or the covered part of my yard work for my guy. He will literally hold it for 18 hours if it's raining before I leave for work. And on the rare occasion I do get him outside, he spends half his time wiping his face with his paws while walking, which is both sad and ridiculously adorable.

After spending hundreds over the years on bridesmaid's dresses (always willingly, occasionally begrudgingly) I wonder if any of my friends would have chosen different dresses if they had been the ones to foot the bill. It's easy to be bossy when you're not the one shelling out $300+ on a dress that you will never,…

The first time I ever saw a penis was on my way home from school freshman year. Of HIGH SCHOOL. I was quietly reading Jane Eyre when I turned to see the passenger on the train across from me just going to town on himself. I didn't even realize until years later that my white blouse and plaid skirt could have been…

My boyfriend is a descendant of a 19th century industrialist who used blatant racism in the company's marketing campaigns, before he blew all the money on some floozy of an opera singer (or so the story goes). Needless to say, a "will you marry me" over a nice bottle of wine will be sufficient for me.